Friday morning Qwilleran sat at his typewriter and stared at the row of keys that spelled q-w-e-r-t-y-u-i-o-p. He hated that word, qwertyuiop; it meant that he was stymied, that he should be writing brilliant copy, and that he hadn't an idea in his head.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8328 | 2020-02-17 13:09:18 | 57.40 | 95% |
| 5770 | 2017-12-28 10:37:40 | 53.01 | 95% |